Christ Is Risen
friday, april 9th, 2010
if a simple cat can turn its eyes heavenward and see Christ Jesus, in all His glory and splendor, risen on Easter Sunday, why can't so-called mankind? Because we're too busy fighting amongst ourselves and killing each other for power, greed and perverted ideology.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it” (John 3:16-17).
Here's The Easter Story, in its entirety.
My life-changing prayer: "Lord Jesus, I want to know You personally. Thank You for dying on the cross for my sins. I open the door of my life to You and ask You to come in as my Savior and Lord. Take control of my life. Thank You for forgiving my sins and giving me eternal life. Make me the kind of person You want me to be. Amen."
Around The Garden Center™.
I'm averaging 4 site visits per day, now, and will have to cut it back to 2 per day, as my sciatic nerve pain is "demanding" it. All the driving to, and walking customers' properties is taking its toll. Now, I've got to sit down and do the sketches and drawings, and accompanying lscp & HICPA estimates.
It was Easter Weekend, and I stopped to pick-up at 10lb, bone-in, spiral-cut, glazed, pre-cooked, Heavenly Ham, snacked on a few slabs on Friday night with Murphy & Mamma Kitty, and we were up all night drinking water. Yikes.
Easter Weekend was busy at the GC&N Complex. We did a very nice retail sales business, additional lscp site visits and closed down at 3pm. I transferred the 10lb Bone-In, Heavenly Ham to Becky, so she could warm it up before I arrived at 1pm. Sweet potatoes and freshly-steamed asparagus, with corn bread rounded-out the 2hr meal. We discussed the family GC&N Business and a number of other things, and I left around 2:30pm.
I decided to drive-up to The Cabin, to make some pasta, and bring it back for Monday. Yup!
On Monday, as I was closing down the Complex, an unemployed Landscape Architect/ Designer walked into my office, and gave me an impressive resume and brochure, with a lot more lscp detail than we needed for out clients; he's primarily commercial and parks, but would possible accommodate our needs. I made him an offer, and hope that he accepts it.
Mark, my IT Guy from Baltimore, arrived Tuesday mid-day with my new HP computer with Windows 7 on it, 6GB memory and we set it up quickly. There are 10 USB ports on the machine, so it's easy to plug-and-play. The problems began when MS-Works wouldn't install on Win-7, and I then couldn't open any of my critical landscape files. Next, the back-up utility in XP wasn't present on Win-7, so I couldn't restore any of my XP-generated files to the new machine. By 4pm, I had a bad case of *agita*, and needed a trip to The Virtual Cabin to get away from all this crap. My home installation, with Jeff, was a breeze, compared to the machinations we went through. Of course, I have a lot less apps & data at home to restore; the office unit is quite full compared to my condo machines, though half as fast. Mark installed a remote utility on my office unit that would let him access it overnight, unlock the files, and send the back to me in MS-zip form, so I could restore them to the new machine. Meanwhile, I had to go to Office Depot on Wednesday, and buy a $39.95 copy of MS-Works v9.0, just to get to my critical landscape estimating and invoicing files. Shit, what a mess! I almost opted to put the XP unit back in place, until all this other stuff was done, but progress would have been stymied and stunted, and I need progress. Did I mention that it was 90°F and miserable? I had the AC running in my office all afternoon.
I had 3 lscp visits scheduled for Wednesday, rescheduled them into next week, and I took Lee along to Office Max to get a copy of MS-Works v9, so I could run my estimating and billing files on Win-7. I tried three "workarounds" to unpack the Win-XP back-up utility, but none of them worked. I could not get to any of my landscape files, Word files or anything from the old XP box. Jo Ann, Mark's wife, drove the XP machine up from Baltimore, so I could get to the original files. I called my friend, Jeff, who did my flawless condo installation, and he graciously agreed to meet me at 10am on Thursday, to help sort-out the mess.
We hooked-up my old XP box to a front counter computer, moved the needed files in their folders to my Western Digital HD, and carried that HD back to my office's Win-7 box, and transferred them over. Simple. Then Jeff went to work on Win-7, which was giving me problems in saving any new files I created in MS-Office 2007. By 12:30pm, he had 95% of it in working order, except for the asinine "permissions to save files", on folders. He'll be coming back next week to work on that problem.
I had re-scheduled all of my week's lscp appointments into next week, so my new Registered Landscape Architect, Rich and I, could make the site visits. I have a stack of large projects for him to begin work on, and on Thursday, he spent 2hrs with Jennifer getting familiar with our unusual plant material repertoire, and another 1-2hrs with Alan talking landscaping philosophy. I'll spend 2-3hrs with him Friday, getting him set-up with the company forms and documents he'll need to do the job for me.
The "Virtual Cabin"™: A Novella.
Easter Weekend. Dozens of people were looking, shopping and buying, and I closed at 3pm on Saturday. I decided to drive to The Cabin for some rest after the past 2 weeks. I'd bought 10lb Pre-Cooked Heavenly Ham for Mom, Dad, Becky & I to enjoy on Easter Sunday, but I needed a break from Saturday's BS. Jenny was still at the vet's clinic, recuperating from her wounds, so I pulled the Jeep into the stoned circle drive, unloaded some canned and dry good supplies, while keeping my eyes open for the mountain lion family and black bears. (I don't want to harm or shoot any of them; I just don't want to be eaten alive.) I disarmed the alarm system, checked the windows and doors anyway, and brought the supplies into The Cabin.
I made 10 lbs of Barilla Angel Hair Pasta, with a Four-Brothers' Vodka Blush Sauce, 5 diced/ sautéed onions, diced porcini mushrooms, diced aged garlic cloves inEVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil). DELICIOSO! I'll bring it home to have for lunch at work, this week, along with plenty of ham for sandwiches.
Since The Cabin is sited on a 45-acre property with 30-70ft high-canopy trees surrounding it, it never gets hot and there's always a cool breeze. I opened the windows, lit a small fire in the massive hearth, poured a short snifter of 50-yr old brandy, which I'd replenished on this trip, lit a Marlboro, and reflected on Easter and the "newfound change" I was now going through. Since a 6-7 old child, I'd believed in God, Jesus, Christmas and The Resurrection, but in some of the interim years, I'd gotten "waylaid" by my 60s Hippie Fog. That faded with the succeeding years and abruptly ended on 9-11, when our Nation was attacked by murderous, subhuman muslim-filth. I found My God once again, and have invited Him into my heart and soul, to revive my Spirit.
I decided not to call or go to the Vet's, as it would get Jenny all excited, and she needed her recuperative time and rest. I left and went back to York. I had a new employee and lots of computer problems to deal with.
Some People Just Need Killing.™
It's not my intention to be the judge here — that's God's "job" — but rather to "hasten the meeting" so that He can send the following subhuman filth to the "Fires of Hell", "River or Lake of Sulphur", or whatever He deems appropriate. I'd gladly/happily volunteer, at no cost to any of my Hard-Working, Fellow US Taxpayers, to gladly/gleefully/happily headshoot these murderous, lowlife dirtbags of all stripes — their skin-color doesn't matter to me, at all — and rid American Society's innocents (especially our precious children and the frail, defenseless elderly) of them, once-and-for-all. And yes, I'd rather see one innocent man convicted and executed, than 10 murderers/robbers/child rapists-murderers freed, to rob, rape and murder again. Hey; call me an "Old Fashioned Conservative"! Too harsh? Nah. Just RIGHT!
Yes, I agree with the premise of this article, that "the death penalty is a Noahic Covenant with God, in a post-flood world". Well said, Joe Farrah.
These four subhumans deserve a bullet in their murderous heads for what they did to this woman.